One Among Millions

by AtlasAbove
Who remembers the fodder? Who remembers the unnamed silhouettes in the midst of battle? In a world of heros, who remembers the average guard pony?

I've always been enamored to the idea of these shades. You see them in every video game, every action movie, every book: the unnamed soldiers who throw their lives away at the hero's ever whim. Not the heroic life savers, the hard and gritty men and women in the thick of everything who's lives are spent in the heat of split bodies and their weapons lodged in flesh and gristle. Too often you see them covering the screen or page, only to look again five minutes later and see only corpses strewn about a road or prairie.

Consider this a eulogy to the many and the unknown.

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